The typical words that seem to come with Ashley's arrival in some new place these days pull from her raw throat, like they haven't been used in a while. After sorting through her original arrival in Paradisa, getting dumped into Teleios hadn't been bad. Here? Wherever here is... it can't be any worse than being stripped of her powers or her memory. Speaking of, she quickly checks both. Thor's gift to her is still there -- not that she's really all that happy with it, but that's her fault; he did warn her -- and she can still call on the evil scientists' "gifts."
It would be almost comical to think about how used to those Cabal-given gifts she is these days if she didn't still hate how they came about. Two years. She's had two years to--
Something moves in the distance, through the darkness of what seems to be some kind of warehouse. Ashley freezes, eyes wide as she waits to see if the thing is nearby. When it doesn't appear again, she slowly reaches for her gun. Only to find that, once again, she's minus a weapon. Peachy.
"Getting tired of waking up without my gun," she mutters to herself. Not that she is by any means completely helpless without it, but it's the principle of the matter.
Carefully, she pushes herself to her feet. Time to see what she can stealthily find out here. Maybe she can lure the thing into the patch of light across the warehouse. So that's what she tries to do. Slowly and quietly, making only enough noise as she moves to ensure that whatever is trapped in here with her will follow her out.
helen }{ i wanna break every clock
The typical words that seem to come with Ashley's arrival in some new place these days pull from her raw throat, like they haven't been used in a while. After sorting through her original arrival in Paradisa, getting dumped into Teleios hadn't been bad. Here? Wherever here is... it can't be any worse than being stripped of her powers or her memory. Speaking of, she quickly checks both. Thor's gift to her is still there -- not that she's really all that happy with it, but that's her fault; he did warn her -- and she can still call on the evil scientists' "gifts."
It would be almost comical to think about how used to those Cabal-given gifts she is these days if she didn't still hate how they came about. Two years. She's had two years to--
Something moves in the distance, through the darkness of what seems to be some kind of warehouse. Ashley freezes, eyes wide as she waits to see if the thing is nearby. When it doesn't appear again, she slowly reaches for her gun. Only to find that, once again, she's minus a weapon. Peachy.
"Getting tired of waking up without my gun," she mutters to herself. Not that she is by any means completely helpless without it, but it's the principle of the matter.
Carefully, she pushes herself to her feet. Time to see what she can stealthily find out here. Maybe she can lure the thing into the patch of light across the warehouse. So that's what she tries to do. Slowly and quietly, making only enough noise as she moves to ensure that whatever is trapped in here with her will follow her out.